One of my closest friends is moving away. He’s not the first and he will not be the last. I was verklempt about it when he told me over coffee rather early on a Monday morning a few weeks ago. That lasted about five minutes and I’ve been annoyed about it since. I’m not sure if exasperation falls into the anger stage of grieving, but it’s where I’m at. Some of this deals with the fact that this friend is also the rector of the church I serve at. That carries with it dozens of its own implications. The most important aspect of my contention, (my personality aside) is the fact that this move will put our lives are on divergent paths. He’s moving home to South Dakota (I told him to enjoy his frozen hell) and I will remain in Idaho for the time being- that is, until I finally make my way toward the equator more permanently.